My ex-boyfriend, however, is never active enough on Facebook to justify excessive lurking of his page. Even if he were seeing someone else, I’d probably never know it, since I dated him for nearly a year and there isn’t a single photo of us tagged together on Facebook, nor did we write on one another’s walls. We just “weren’t like that.” Once, when our courtship was young, I posted a picture of a swan to his wall. Those were halcyon days, indeed.
This is all my way of saying that, in the wake of the relationship’s ending, rather than torturing myself by constantly reminding myself of all the social events my ex was attending without me and apparently enjoying all the more for my absence, I devised a far more effective way to torture myself with obsessive remembrance, painful emotions, and false hope: lurking my ex’s Last.fm page.
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/notes-on-stalking-my-ex-boyfriends-last-fm-account/
